24 November 2008
It’s amazing to me that after a long weekend, neither of us wants to stay in and relax on Monday nights. Maybe it’s just because we don’t want to cook on Monday nights. Anyway, we ended up at Chili’s for dinner. We were sitting in the "Lounge" area in a small booth next to a window. I liked the way this image composed itself for me complete with reflections and cropping
Cheers.

Really. Call it manic. Call it mundane. Call it maddening. Whatever label we give it, it can be made to look a whole lot more . . . merry . . . with a margarita. My husband is very good at humouring me . . . this time it was at Chili’s.

Just one more weekend . . . and one more faire season Monday. Of course, that one will be spent packing down the booth! Oh, boy . . . I can hardly wait.

The news is still bleak from that crazy little island. It becomes increasingly evident that the island will never be the same—so many businesses that will never be back, others that need six to twelve months to even think about re-opening. It does start to make one wonder just what flavour of insanity gripped those who in the nineteenth century decided that building a city on a small barrier island was a good idea.

On the subject of Galveston, recently I very much enjoyed reading the featured article in the Fort Worth Weekly, entitled A Tale of Two Storms by Tom Curtis. It was the cover story and Kyle spotted it and brought it home for me, knowing I’d devour it, as I do nearly everything dealing with Galveston and her history. This article actually reminded me of some of the points I’ve written about: questionable media coverage, evacuation weariness, and he clearly outlines Ike’s assault and explains why the damage was so great. It’s well worth the read, so for sharing purposes, I found it online, here: http://www.fwweekly.com/content.asp?article=7279

Today’s photo is pathetic, but it’s what I’ve got. I am definitely at the bottom of a very big learning curve.

We grabbed a quick dinner at Chili’s where a delightful young waitress by the name of Kayla saved us from our own crankiness over the unruly behaviour of all the children in the bar! Yes—in the bar. <shrug> She said all the right things and offered all the right sympathy/empathy. If you visit the new Chili’s at Little Road and 287, ask for Kayla—she rocks. I’m pretty sure she isn’t old enough to drink the margaritas she brings us, but she’s savvy beyond her years. Anyway, our meal was tasty and the annoying people all left before we did!

13 November 2008
True to form when I called my wife to tell her I was on the way home, she replied with "Yay! I’m hungry." It’s faire season, so the cupboards are a bit bare, and it’s senseless to go buy a bunch of groceries that may or may not still be good by the time we return early next week. So, Chili’s it was. We actually were headed to our old haunt, No Frills Grill, but they were packed to the rafters – the NFL game I suppose (but really, who in our area cares about either the Jets or the Patriots) so we chose to go someplace a little more quiet (we had hoped, anyway – but that’s a completely different story). She ordered a margarita and dinner, I got a beer and dinner.
This is a photo of the table talker describing her margarita
Cheers.

16 April 2008
Dinner at Chili’s with Ginger. Dinner with Ginger is always a treat, even when at Chili’s. I’m not overly fond of the place, but it is someplace where nearly everyone can get something that is palatable. And, they do make a decent margarita. I had the bad fortune to have a business trip planned on the day of and the day before Marita Beth’s birthday. So, we had dinner out tonight in celebration of my darling girl’s natal day. And…nary a photo taken aside from this tegestological close-up:
Cheers.

~KR (Written on 22 April 2008)

Listening to:Somewhere in my Broken Heart by Billy Dean
from Young Man